There are his straight, perfectly-lined eyes
That melted through heat the ice
Whenever I look at them in vision.
I witness the stars in the horizon.
How much more are the lips and nose.
That point perfectly upon a gaze.
His smell as luscious as the rose;
Every part lines making up the entirety of his face.
He is perfect in his perfect ways;
He is a god in his own kingdom.
That melted through heat the ice
Whenever I look at them in vision.
I witness the stars in the horizon.
How much more are the lips and nose.
That point perfectly upon a gaze.
His smell as luscious as the rose;
Every part lines making up the entirety of his face.
He is perfect in his perfect ways;
He is a god in his own kingdom.
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